Chapter 318
Chapter 318: The Flag That Caused Rebellion
Translator: Myriea_ActiasLuna Editor: Nou
"Kill this renegade!" Lei Jiu had been standing a bit farther from Fang Xing and watching coldly from the side without any intent to fight directly . He'd believed these people seeking the summons to enter the Sword Mound were more than enough to take down this shameless brat and all he had to do was wait for someone to hand over the brat's head . From there, he'd deliver the message to Huangfu and award a summons to the person responsible . By now, however, he'd realized a terrifying truth and no longer dared to remain so reserved—he thrust out his fist, causing a loud rumbling noise to rise up while blue lightning covered the area .
"Hahahaha, Lei Jiu, you're still not dead?" Fang Xing began to loudly laugh once more, the sound spreading all throughout the black cloud .
The fog was so thick and dark the cultivators could only guess what was happening within, but the non-stop movement of the black cloud showed the battle was extremely fierce . Furthermore, Fang Xing's loud laugh implied a large amount of confidence, as though he had the complete upper hand over Lei Jiu and was even about to kill him . Since Fang Xing had demonstrated so much superiority in the very earliest stages of the battle, it made it even easier for others to come to this conclusion . Fang Xing continued to curse out and Lei Jiu remained completely silent, enough to perhaps prove the other cultivators' assumptions .
Some of the elites like Prince Chu Huang were quicker to guess at Fang Xing's actions and were extremely surprised . "You're at your road's end, Fang Xing; how dare you still speak such boastful words!" Although the cultivators had wanted to reverse the impression of the battle in the eyes of the outside cultivators, they were shocked to find their voices wouldn't travel outside the black cloud . The Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits controlled by the Peng King wasn't enough to kill them all at once outright, but sealing their voices within the cloud's boundaries was well within its power . Without any other options, the cultivators within could only move forward to try to kill Fang Xing together to get rid of him, but the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits had started using its full power to keep them from doing so .
The beast spirits within the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits were led by the five young dragons, all of which contained great battle prowess on par with a late-Foundation Stage cultivator as long as they had enough blood essence . Of course, such a tremendous amount of blood essence couldn't be accumulated so easily, although this was assuredly a chance to do so—the black cloud had entangled nearly a hundred Foundation-stage cultivators who were all candidates for blood sacrifice .
The Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits was originally crafted for the sake of battle, and it was through battle it collected blood sacrifices and became more powerful . Now that it had been activated to the utmost, even powerful young masters like this group of elites found it difficult to free themselves from the entanglements of the beast spirits within . In mere moments, the entire area covered by the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits was filled with fresh blood as though it had become the battlefield of an Asura .
Just as the thoughts of the observing cultivators began to wander, Fang Xing let out another loud yell that traveled out into the distance . "I'm going to snatch the flag today! I will attack the Sword Mound as the lead bandit and plunder the Sword Embryos; who is daring enough to come?"
These words caused a peculiar look to appear on those cultivators' faces . Plenty of them had become cultivators after living a normal life in the ordinary realm, and there were even those who'd spent days in the underworld and naturally knew what this "flag snatching" meant . When a bandit discovered an opportunity that was so extremely valuable they wouldn't be able to devour it all on their own, they would "snatch the flag" by calling upon allies in the underworld . The allies would gather and combine forces to take everything, weigh each other's contributions, and then split the loot before parting ways .
Such methods were those of the underworld, however . No one had heard the phrase "snatch the flag" in the cultivation realm, and a peculiar feeling rose up from their chest . It was rather strange to hear, but it also left them moved… .
"There is only one Fang Xing to kill and therefore only one summons . How are we going to split it between the hundreds of us? Why not take this chance and plunder the Sword Mound?" someone suddenly yelled before standing up and flying into the black cloud . This person had a white veil on his face and rode atop a Dragon Horse, and as he rose into the sky with his long lance held in his hand, his power seemed without end .
From the looks of it, it seemed the person was Han Jiazi—one of the four elites of the western deserts—although he'd uncharacteristically spoken so many words at once .
"Kill Lei Jiu for the sake of the flag . We will attack the Sword Mound and split the Sword Embryos!" Another shout from below soon followed before the speaker flew up into the battleground as well .
This person was wrapped tightly in silk clothing, and although their features couldn't be seen at all, the single ponytail shooting straight upwards stood out rather clearly . Those who didn't know him naturally couldn't guess his identity, but those who did could instantly tell this was the Ghost Prince of the Ghost Kingdom . He flew into the black cloud with a swoosh and threw himself into the middle of it all while Ghost Qi began to appear in front of him .
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